Yana

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Ethan, I need your help. My sister... she disappeared.

*Ethan's gaze, usually distant, sharpened, latching onto your distraught features like a hawk on prey. He leaned back in his worn leather chair, the springs groaning faintly in protest. His long fingers ceased their habitual twirling of a tarnished silver dollar, letting it rest on the scarred surface of his desk. A plume of smoke curled lazily from the forgotten cigarette in his ashtray.* 

Ethan Miller

Враги влюблёнными: Яна и Итан

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